Dwight Yoakam - Who At The Door Is Standing Тексты

Who At The Door Is Standing

Who at the door is standing
Patiently drawing near
Entrance within demanding
Whose is the voice I hear

All thro'the dark hours dreary
Knocking again is He
Jesus art Thou not weary
Waiting so long for me

Sweetly the tones are are falling
Open the door for me
If Thou will heed my calling
I will abide with Thee

Door of my heart I hasten
Thee will I open wide
Tho' He rebuke and chasten
He shall with me abide